79. A Meeting In The Woods

It was late afternoon when Jackson left the bedroom again. He locked it this time because Layla was still slightly out of it.

No, that was an understatement. She was a lot out of it. It hadn’t helped when she had watched the cuts on her knuckles healing right in front of their eyes.

She didn’t look mentally prepared to accept what he had to tell her, and he didn’t want to say anything until he knew the whole truth. What if being the offspring of a red wolf was worse than being just a regular half-blood?

What if it meant that everything was accelerated, and the Circle would put her down sooner than he expected? They wouldn’t give a shit if she was already pregnant with the heir they wanted.

There was a shift in the air when he stepped outside again. He could feel the disappointment crashing down on him even though the warriors standing around outside the packhouse didn’t say a word.

What could he have possibly done now?

He felt a wave of anger in his direction and turned to watch Dyla